[Hook - 2x]   Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry   When they come for me, when I blast   We gon see how many of em run from me   Guerilla till I die, but I never shed a tear   Cause they don't love a nigga here      [Z-Ro]   American me, could it be my own   War is out to murder me   I'm ready to kill, and I'm ready to die   But have these cowards heard of me   The rumors are real, better keep your glock cocked   Leaving em stiffer than a statue   Ready to defend, like a guerilla, by any   Means that I'd murder if I have to   Heard my homie's working as an undercover   Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces   Could it be that I've seen my last supper   Mighty Jahova, please protect my spirit from the danger   And I know you said you would strike down apon the   With great vengeance and curious anger   But don't attempt to poison your brother   Was it nothing but the word of God   That kept a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others   And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers   I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk I hate you to death   But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91   So brother come with me, and die slow   I hate you to death, but yet I loved you so   Wanted you to feel my pain since 91   So brother come with me, and die slow      [Hook - 2x]      [Verse 2]   As my life flashes before my eyes   Visions of wicked ways, keep me puzzled   Wondering why I was introduced to a life   Filled with drama and trouble   And everyone's always got something to say   When I come around, when I clown   Armed a deal, smile in my face   And stab me in my back, when I turn around   And I can feel hateful eyes, watching plotting to get me   They under estimate me, hate me   But never approach, cause they can't fade me   And I'll be damned if I go softly, shouldn't of crossed me   Guerilla till I die, and I'ma blast when they come for me      Please tell me is there a place, where my guerillas could see   refuge   Cause it seems this time we gain one, as one more elute   Whatever the rules, whatever you choose, whatever you give, I   accept   Just let me twist up, let me smoke one for the world before my   last breath   How can I go on, how can I take away my anguish   I put a frown on my face, cause now guerillas are strangers   And nobody knows my soul, so I show no fear   Mobbing till I die, cause they don't love a nigga here      [Hook - 2x]      [Z-Ro]   Could it be I'm too good for hell   Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin'   Even though I got two clips, I still preach   Motherf**kers around had to be Christians   And I got a problem I suppose, but I know   I'm gon solve it with a 4-4, ten-six on fry   And I got 25's, hollin' I roll   But they tell me to keep my head up and finish my tape   Because its gon jam but I'm losing respect, my music can't hang   Around Z-Ro, just till we praying, I really don't know   All I can say, that I don't trust nobody on this earth   Been that away, ever since my birth   But its gotta stay that-a-away till I'm dying   Innocent niggas, risen up out of my business   Is something they better do, I'ma hit the I cut   When a f**ker rolling rocks, sold em up even   Till I got rest, gotta put it down to the bullets   Dump a lot of bullets, till the job done   Till a nigga really wanna, kill myself   Nigga shut the f**k up, my record is spinning   I'm really trying to feel myself   Gotta get em all, gotta get em dead   When I'm filling the bed, put a infrared to the head   Everybody come up dead, better get on or get stole on   Nigga better get on, but I just can't hold on   Cause I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die   But next to steal, living on the motherf**king edge   Nigga don't run up, because its real   Nigga can you feel me      [Hook - 4x]